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Post by mugsy on May 8, 2006 17:35:38 GMT 1
poem by Pam Ayres;
I am ready Mr Prescott.
I am ready Mr Prescott,
You can take me in your arms
All these years I,ve waited,
To experience your charms,
So fling aside those trousers,
I hope they,re quick release,
For all that hanky panky,s
Made you clinically obese.
Ilike a man of substance,
I like a man of size
Especially when I'm measuring
The bags beneath their eyes,
If anyone insulted me
I have no doubt at all
You'd leap to my defence
And punch the blighter through the wall.
I like you Mr Prescott,
A constant watch I keep
To see you on T V
Sat next to Tony, fast asleep.
So I'm waiting Mr Prescott
My toothbrush in my bag
To see your chiselled jaw
Behind the wheel of either jag.
A man like you is dangerous
Aman like you is trouble
Just like a row of houses
You demolished me to rubble
With one hand on the tiller
As steady as a rock
And the other disappearing
Up the secretary's frock
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